“Bullshit, fuck your mother’s bullshit.” Mo Xiaoji cursed continuously, making the emperor furrow his brow, let alone the generals standing behind him. None of these noble-born men would dare to use such language, especially a woman cursing the emperor and even his mother. The military officers looked at the emperor’s face in horror.
But the emperor was the emperor, with great tolerance. No matter what Mo Xiaoji cursed, he remained unangry, just staring at the wizard outside the city with his eyes, and after a while said: “If you keep cursing, your wizard will die.”
This sentence was truly effective. Mo Xiaoji immediately stopped cursing, which made the emperor feel very unhappy.
Fortunately, the Emperor had long been on guard. With a murmur, he reached out and caught the flying object, which was a strange bird with fully red feathers, its gaze fierce and bizarre. The Emperor chanted a spell and threw the red bird back at the Taoist priest.
The Taoist caught it in his hand, clearly startled, not expecting high-level experts to be ambushed on the city wall.
Activating the formation, black clouds rolled in, covering the capital city. The witch was not to be outdone, chanting a spell as red clouds rapidly expanded.
The opposing Taoist priest launched a spell to defend, but the witch’s expression remained unchanged.
The Taoist priest was not faring well, his body visibly trembling. The monkey beneath him let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, nearly throwing the Taoist off.
The witch’s gaze intensified. A small emerald sword suddenly flew out from somewhere on his body, decapitating the old Taoist priest. However, the red bird that had been in the old Taoist’s embrace emerged, grabbed the priest’s head, and flew into the sky, flapping its wings and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Capturing this small bird was not a problem, but cultivators knew the hardships of cultivation and should show mercy where possible.
Without the old Taoist priest’s protection, the other young witches were naturally no match for the witch.
The witch unleashed his magical arts, repeatedly attacking. The enemy suffered devastating losses, retreating step by step, until they ultimately had no chance to counterattack, finally understanding that the Central Plains was not yet theirs to conquer.
Blood stained the witch’s white robe as he looked at the Emperor on the city tower: “Release her.”
The Emperor smiled softly: “Why don’t you come up and take her yourself?”
In this situation, even the usually aloof witch had no other choice for the woman he loved, and he flew up lightly, landing on the city wall.
The Emperor’s smile grew brighter: “Please hand over the Dan Pearl. Only then will I feel assured to let you go and secure my imperial throne.”
The witch’s face turned iron-blue.
Miss Mo glared at the Emperor, who was despicable beyond words, truly unsure how to curse him.
Death
This time, without the Emperor threatening with Miss Mo, the witch voluntarily opened his mouth and spat out the Dan Pearl.
The Dan Pearl was multicolored, with a faint red glow. Ordinary demons could not cultivate such a red glow, but the witch, having once been an immortal, naturally had a Dan Pearl unlike those of ordinary demons.
“Are you stupid?” Miss Mo never expected the witch would love her to the point of sacrificing his life. Didn’t he know that even if he gave it to the Emperor, the Emperor would not spare him?
The witch threw the Dan Pearl to the Emperor, his face showing no fear, saying calmly: “Let her go, and you can do whatever you want to me.”
A smile played at the Emperor’s lips. With a graceful movement, his dagger pierced Miss Mo’s skin. A pale-faced witch watched her body slowly slide down.
Intense pain was Miss Mo’s first sensation upon awakening, followed by a weariness like after a very long dream.
Her body felt unusually light, a feeling she had never experienced before.
The stab still ached slightly, perhaps more in her heart. She had not expected the Emperor to truly want to kill her. She had thought…
Miss Mo somewhat mockingly realized her own naivety. Opening her eyes, she suddenly found herself still in the Jun Wang tomb, lying on the same bed, with the handsome Jun Wang still beside her.
Miss Mo was somewhat dazed. What was happening? Could it be…
But something guided her to put on her shoes and stand, walking towards the north wall.
Miss Mo placed her hand on the wall, which rotated, revealing a spacious tomb chamber. Inside stood a huge white crystal coffin, a beautiful man in a white robe lying quietly inside, a multicolored dagger piercing his chest.
It was the witch.
Miss Mo’s eyes lit up. So this wasn’t a dream, but…
Approaching the witch, many fragments surged in Miss Mo’s mind.
She saw her own body sinking, saw the witch crying out her name like a fool.
She saw the Emperor stab the witch.
Beautiful Man
[The subsequent text is identical to the previous section about the Dan Pearl, so I’ve omitted repeating it.]
Mo Xiaoji felt a bit silly for her self-indulgence. She opened her eyes and suddenly realized she was still in the Junwang tomb, lying on the same bed, next to the handsome Junwang.
Mo Xiaoji was in a daze, wondering what was happening, could it be…
But something guided her to put on her shoes, stand up, and walk towards the northern wall.
Mo Xiaoji placed her hand on the wall, which rotated, revealing a spacious tomb chamber. Inside was a huge white crystal coffin, with a beautiful man in a white robe lying quietly, a colorful dagger pierced in his chest.
It was the Wizard.
Mo Xiaoji’s eyes lit up. So she wasn’t dreaming, but…
As she approached the Wizard, many fragments rushed into her mind.
She saw her body sinking, saw the Wizard crying out her name like a fool.
She saw the Emperor stab the Wizard.
But… she also saw the Emperor disgustedly putting the Wizard’s dan pearl into her mouth, with a look of disdain: “I can’t stand you two performing such a sappy drama in front of me. You just want to be together? I’ll grant you that. I don’t want to owe you anything. I hate you both, and Junwang. I never want to see you again.”
As fragments disappeared intermittently, Mo Xiaoji felt a heat in her chest, a warm substance rising. She couldn’t help but open her mouth to breathe fresh air. A five-colored pearl floated out of her body, hovering above the Wizard, then slowly merging into his body.
This dan pearl had gained spiritual energy and knew how to find its master.
Mo Xiaoji watched the Wizard’s beautiful face gradually turn rosy, the colorful dagger piercing his body slowly melting and disappearing.
At this moment, commotion and footsteps came from the cave entrance.
Grandmother, Uncle Hao Lian, Hao Lianyu, and other villagers rushed in with weapons.
Hao Lianyu, seeing Mo Xiaoji safe, was about to approach but was held back by his father.
Grandmother looked ferociously at Mo Xiaoji: “Let’s see where you can escape now. Pin her down next to the Prince, bleed her to revive him.”
Just as Mo Xiaoji didn’t know what to do, a pleasant, lazy voice came from behind her: “Enough, white fox spirit. You just want to save your lover? This Wizard will kindly help you revive him.”
The “Wizard” – everyone now noticed he had been revived.
The Prince hadn’t died, just put under a sleeping spell by the Emperor, which was naturally no challenge for the Wizard.
Looking at the slowly awakening Junwang, Mo Xiaoji’s grandmother’s first action wasn’t to rush and cry, but to quickly remove her disguise.
She was indeed the white-clothed woman from the Junwang’s mansion.
A Man in Black
It turned out that a newborn baby had been abandoned on a stone bench, with many people watching, but no one dared to intervene.
The baby was fair and beautiful.
